Murder, He Says

Grandma Fleagle:
[after Pete has blown out the candle, and he and the Fleagles see that her skin glows in the dark] I glow, don't I?

Pete Marshall:
Yes, quite a bit.

Grandma Fleagle:
I knowed it! I'm p'isoned, and [pointing to Fleagles] they're the ones that done it to me!

Pete Marshall:
They did? How?

Mamie Johnson:
What to you want to do, live forever?

Pete Marshall:
I'm with the Trotter Poll. We're like the Gallop Poll but not as fast.

Pete Marshall:
On horse flies is / In comb bees is / On chest knob is / In knob keys is

[singsong child's chant that solves the mystery]

Pete Marshall:
They'd sooner cut your throat as peel an apple.

Pete Marshall:
It's like looking for a needle in a... a slaughter house.

Mamie Johnson:
[to Grandma] Whatta wanna do... live forever?

Lee - Old Townsman:
[to Pete] What yuh think we are - hicks?

Mamie Johnson:
There's some kind of fiddle-faddle goin' around here!